A man could easily lose himself in the press of bustling crowds that frequented the Sapphire Avenue Exchange, and this sun was little different. Peddlers pitched their wares, mothers scolded their children, fathers and brothers found themselves parting with precious coin for the sake of a moon’s amusement or two, and shadows grew longer as the bells marched ever onward. One such shadow in particular parted from the veritable sea of bodies as the midlander to whom it belonged stepped away from a stall to collapse onto a nearby bench. Moments later, he was joined by a rather large Hellsguard. The big man glanced around, huffed a breath, and sat down next to the Hyur.
“What is that?â€
“The latest in fashion, Peak,†answered the midlander from beneath his vestment.
“…it’s a rug.â€
“It’s not a rug, it’s a tapestry! Please appreciate the difference.â€
The Roegadyn turned a raised eyebrow on him and leaned away for dramatic effect. “So you’re wearing a tapestry.â€
“…look, cloaks ‘n’ robes ain’t easy t’pinch when you’ve only one workin’ arm, alright? Twelve Above, cut me some slack.â€
Burning Peak snorted as he rested his arms on his thighs. “Only enough to hang yourself with, Melkire. How goes?â€
“They’re nearly finished clearin’ them out by now.†The man beneath the tapestry shifted slightly. “Hope your men ‘n’ women are in place. I’d hate t’lose eyes on our ‘friends,’ and we might need more muscle if all the hells break loose.â€
“We’re in place. As for Randolph, you told me you and yours would handle the… ah… situation.â€
“And next you’ll be tellin’ me you keep all your apkallu eggs in one basket.â€
“Make the call.â€
There came a low chuckle and the brush of leather on cotton as the midlander shifted again. One arm rose as he reached for his ear, his left hand discernable through the bright red-and-green fabric.
“Dauntless, we’re in for a poor harvest, I repeat, we are in for a poor harvest.â€
“What is that?â€
“The latest in fashion, Peak,†answered the midlander from beneath his vestment.
“…it’s a rug.â€
“It’s not a rug, it’s a tapestry! Please appreciate the difference.â€
The Roegadyn turned a raised eyebrow on him and leaned away for dramatic effect. “So you’re wearing a tapestry.â€
“…look, cloaks ‘n’ robes ain’t easy t’pinch when you’ve only one workin’ arm, alright? Twelve Above, cut me some slack.â€
Burning Peak snorted as he rested his arms on his thighs. “Only enough to hang yourself with, Melkire. How goes?â€
“They’re nearly finished clearin’ them out by now.†The man beneath the tapestry shifted slightly. “Hope your men ‘n’ women are in place. I’d hate t’lose eyes on our ‘friends,’ and we might need more muscle if all the hells break loose.â€
“We’re in place. As for Randolph, you told me you and yours would handle the… ah… situation.â€
“And next you’ll be tellin’ me you keep all your apkallu eggs in one basket.â€
“Make the call.â€
There came a low chuckle and the brush of leather on cotton as the midlander shifted again. One arm rose as he reached for his ear, his left hand discernable through the bright red-and-green fabric.
“Dauntless, we’re in for a poor harvest, I repeat, we are in for a poor harvest.â€